Stolen Soulmate (Crowne Point 2)

“I want to feel you all the way in me, please.” I kissed him, begging him with my lips. “Please,” I asked against his lips. There was a mental block in him. Maybe he didn’t want to hurt me, I don’t know. But he was still torturo

usly barely inside me, so I took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit. Hard.

He slammed into me on a groan. I gasped out of the bite as my breath disappeared into stars of pleasure. His lips came to my neck. It was a lot. It was pain. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe.

But oh my God.

It was perfect.

“Story?” Grayson’s worry filtered in through my fog of pleasure. “Was that too much?”

“It wasn’t enough,” I rasped.

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned, head falling to my shoulder.

And then he pumped, in and out, a slow rhythm that had me feeling every inch and ridge of his cock. Over his shoulders, I could see the muscles in his back work, the dimples of his golden ass.

Grayson Crowne was on top of me, inside me, and I’d never felt anything so amazing. I didn’t think I could come this way. After West, I never dreamed I could, but oh my God.

I shifted, rolled my hips, starting to feel it, go with it—and he stilled.

“Fuck,” Gray said. “Oh fuck.”

I felt him tense, and I realized he was coming, his lips pressed to my neck, and the guttural sounds he made sounded a lot like my name.

He rolled back, staring at the ceiling, throwing one sinfully carved arm on his forehead. The condom was still on, and his cock was still so big, even if it wasn’t hard. He just stared at the ceiling.

One minute passed.

Two…

Insecurity crawled hot up my spine.

Was it really so terrible?

Another minute passed as he just stared at the fucking ceiling.

When it was over with West, he did the same. Rolled off me, grabbed his phone. Then he got out of bed and threw my clothes at me. I couldn’t have that happen again. Couldn’t have my clothes tossed at my face. So I sat up, reaching for them.

Grayson grabbed my wrist, ripping me back to his body, flipping me beneath him in the same instant.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“I, um… I don’t know. Going? You were quiet. I figured you were done with me.”

A painful, open look in his blue eyes—then he crushed his lips to mine. Kissed me savage. Senseless. Raw. Until my lips throbbed even when he’d stopped.

“I was really hoping to avoid that whole virgin cliché of coming quick, but your fucking pussy. Shit.”

He laughed and kissed me again.

“You blew my fucking mind, Snitch. You got magic in that pussy or what?”

I giggled, then admitted, “It was amazing.”

He barked a laugh, caressing a line down my face with his pointer finger. “You didn’t come, little nun.”

“You still felt really good.”